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neshabeingchildish · 5 years ago

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Poly Wanna?

A/N: So, I had some different ideas rushing through my head of who and how I wanted these characters to be. They may start in a place that you would not expect or can’t imagine, but just keep in mind that I try to write things a little differently each incarnation of a fic and hopefully nobody checks out within the first few paragraphs. Gimme a chance. It’s delicate content, and I promise I’m trying to do their relationship justice, not just write some trash that throws them all together. I will say that this may be the most adult content of all the content that I bring into this fandom, but STILL no sm*t, okay? Will definitely mention some things that take and have taken place. Enjoy, and let me know how you feel, unless you hate it. Then, Chile stop reading and go. I don’t wanna waste neither of our time with that situation.

And just to tag the folk who initially expressed interest the first time, and lemme tell y’all… This tagging was a little difficult for me, so I shalln’t be doing it again, I don’t believe. You ain’t gotta read it, either. I just wanted to extend the invite for anybody who might have been interested: @adorkable-blackgirl @chenoahchantel @cactus-con @up-the-tube @riebellion @itsyaapollochild @oof–musicals @lesbian-so-what @woahjusttakeiteasy-man @meadowstryingtobepretty @imma-sensitive-btch @okaygal21 @midernacht @divinereign4ever @xoxoemille @starry-nightschool

Plot: Pansexual Playboy Henry Hart finally decides to settle down, with his two best friends, Jasper & Charlotte. Each have a history with him and a present with each other, and he simply can’t let either of them go… Not this time around.

01. Reality Bites

Charlotte had just moved the last of her things into Jasper’s apartment and was not even the least bit interested in trying to unpack, yet. She had packed two all encompassing luggage bags with all of her necessities to live out of for a moment, just in case it didn’t work out wonderfully and she had to abort this mission. In the meantime, the beginning of their little life together was at least cute. Jasper had cozy surroundings. His parents didn’t like for him to have things growing up, so he was one of those people who was satisfied with less. But… Charlotte was used to high quality and high maintenance, so she would definitely be turning this place around, if they lasted.

She was having some trouble getting on her feet. It wasn’t that she wasn’t qualified to do things. She definitely was. She went to school. She got degrees. She applied for jobs. She worked them. The thing was that she had this bad habit of putting in less effort than the company wanted. A lot of productivity rules were just busy work and programming. She only wanted to do what was necessary to get her work done. Bosses hated her for that. She was constantly getting fired and had gotten to the point where her parents were sick of it and forced her to get out of their place. “You could always go back to the Man Cave,” Jasper had suggested. Yeah, right. Where Henry was?

He was part of the problem. She had put so much into him, into them and he simply moved on as soon as it got a little bit difficult, as was his romance method of operation. After that, she wondered why even try to hard when you could simply to whatever you had to and get good results. To be fair and honest, had she thought more about it, she might have realized that what she was actually experiencing was heartbreak and depression. But, she thought that she was just tired of people taking advantage of her.

Jasper, on the other hand had been doing fine. He wasn’t doing great, but he was at least working regularly and was able to afford to take care of himself. Then again, he didn’t eat healthy, keep groceries stocked, or have the best products in the place. In fact, at the moment, he had wine on the kitchen counter, half a bag of tortilla chips in the pantry, and one shelf of condiments on the door of the fridge, with beer on the top rack. So… He didn’t have himself together, but he did have working water, electricity, a vehicle, a home… stuff that she was lacking on because she couldn’t be happy in any career path she had tried, thus far.

But, they found each other again, after some time apart and some distance. Their friendship faltered slightly when he admitted to her some years ago (some months after she and Henry were over) that he and Henry were together. WTF? She didn’t know what part of bro-code,girl code… (friendship? code) was being violated by that relationship, but she felt in her bones that it was betrayal and so, she was good on him. She was good on him a couple of years later when he apologized and told her that karma had caught up to him, because Henry had broken things off. She was good on him up until she came into this bar to meet up with a friend for a promotion celebration and he was serving drinks and let her drink for free.

It became her thing. She certainly wasn’t able to buy her own drinks, not regularly, anyway, and she’d forgotten how good of a listener Jasper was. She could complain about her problems and drink them away, and she had a good listener available who wasn’t going to take advantage of her if she got too drunk. After a while, it started being hanging out socially, then talking on the phone, texting, social media and finally, she began spending nights.

They didn’t put any label on things. Labels made Charlotte nervous and Jasper was simply in a headspace where he just wanted to try to enjoy life, with or without someone in it, but it was wonderful to have somebody in it that he had known for so long. It was also good to know her in this new way.

By the time that she was moving in and looking for another job, they had been seeing each other for five months. That was also around the time that Henry called about his opportunity to be on a reality tv show. He called Jasper, not Charlotte, but upon learning that they were together, invited her along, as well. The last thing that she wanted to do was see Henry, but she also didn’t trust him around her Jasper, so she went along just to feel him out.

Whenever they got to the place, Junk N Stuff was gone, as were several of the neighbors to it and now there was this brownstone and Charlotte was confused, but Jasper went right inside, like he’d been here before. There was a doorman there that looked familiar to Charlotte, but she didn’t know why. “Hey, Gooch. What’s up?”

“Gooch?” She repeated and took a look at the guy. He did look like the Gooch she remembered, but he was much younger. “Wait, did Schwoz find some kind of way to reverse aging or something?”

Jasper laughed and said, “It’s Gooba’s son. Finding out about him was one of the reasons he left. Anyway, we can talk about that later.” Gooch’s son was staring at Charlotte. He looked a little bit younger than them, but not so much that he wouldn’t have been a full kid whenever they initially worked with Gooch. Anyway, she smiled politely and kept following Jasper.

“How long has this been here?” She wondered.

“Couple years.”

“It’s conspicuous. What does Henry even do that people would reasonably believe that he could have this built and live here?” She wondered.

“You… really have chosen to fully avoid him, huh?” Jasper asked.

“He’s the worst. I don’t need that kind of energy. Mine already sucks.” Whenever they entered the place that she guessed was Henry’s she quickly had that confirmed by the huge, wall sized painting of himself, nude, but covered gingerly with flowers, in a flower crown with flowers what, falling from the sky? She sighed at the painting, rolled her eyes and they followed his voice.

“Well, I don’t have the time for that type of contract, Levi! I’m about to be in talks for my new show…” He noticed them and smiled, waving them inside, “And I have guests arriving now. No, not clients. I told you, I don’t have appointments today. Look, just fix it. I’ll talk to you later.” He hung up and turned around, “Char!” He said, excitedly and rushed to hug her and pick her up from the ground. “You look gorgeous. I see your teeth are still perfect and you’ve let your hair and skin join the perfection club, as well.”

“They always were, but thanks for noticing.” She blushed and looked at the ground as Henry went to hug Jasper, too.

“And you! Buddy… You gonna cut the beers, or nah?”

“Char’s fine with the beer belly.”

“It’s not a beer belly,” she cut in. “He’s always been a little bit gooey.”

“He wasn’t with me,” Henry said and gave Jasper a smile that said that he was thinking of those days, or nights, or… whatever.

Charlotte stepped in between them and reminded him, “Well, he isn’t with you.”

“Right! The two of you, now. So… That’s interesting. Unless both of you have changed drastically, I never would have pegged you two to be sexually compatible.”

“What, are you a professional sexual compatibility… person?” Charlotte asked.

Henry smiled and corrected her, “Liscensed sex therapist, with special focus on sex positive therapy.” She sighed. Of COURSE, he’d get a degree on sex. “Don’t look like that. My work is very important! I help save marriages. I help people not hate themselves for being normal. What kind of fancy schmancy science is keeping Charlotte Page’s attention these days.”

“The kind where I bring drinks to tables until I get back into another lab.”

“Her bad attitude gets her fired a lot,” Jasper said.

“Not my bad attitude. Corporations’ insistence on overworking people who know better than to allow themselves to be used,” she corrected.

“Having a money issue?” Henry wondered.

“I haven’t found the right lab yet, that is it,” she insisted.

“Okay. Well, if, while you’re looking, you don’t mind having a camera or two pointed in your face, I want to invite you two to be a part of the cast for my new reality show adventure.”

“How the heck are you gonna have a reality show whenever half of your life is a secret?” Charlotte wondered. “Wait… Are you no longer Swellview’s hero? Because, I will definitely work in the Man Cave if you’re not gonna be there.”

“I am the new hero man of Swellview. Captain Man is still working, because he is indestructible and not super old yet. But, yes, we are partners.”

“Are you Man Danger?” Charlotte asked.

“He’s Dr. FeelGood,” Jasper said.

“MISTER FeelGood. Dr. Feel Good is copywritten.”

“Both are corny,” Charlotte said.

“You’re a waitress who has like seven degrees,” Henry said.

“Ouch,” she replied.

“To answer the question you asked before the cascade of shade that you threw me, I’m gonna do the show with production that knows that I’m Mister FeelGood, so they will never record or release anything that has me working in that way, because they work for me.” Charlotte raised her hand. “Yes?”

“So… Was Man Danger unavailable in the superhero names database, Danger just too vague? Captain Danger too much like Captain Man? Like… what possessed you to go to Mister FeelGood?”

Henry smiled and rolled his eyes then pointed to Jasper, “You in?”

“In? Like… What is the show even about? Just following you around and recording all of your life when you aren’t fighting crime?”

“It… Is about me coming out of the shadow of all of my Swellview celebrity friends and trying to become a Swellview celebrity, in my own rite.”

“Swellview has celebrities?” Charlotte wondered.

“Whenever I go places, people still say things to me like, “Hey - you used to be friends with that science girl, Charlotte. Whatever happened to her? Or, hey - do you ever still talk to Jasper Dunlop? It was so cool that he was a real hero, much like Kid Danger. I thought WAS Kid Danger, at some point! Or, what’s happened to the guy who used to own that junk shop? He doesn’t get voted for as the most handsome man in Swellview anymore. Did he die?” Charlotte and Jasper were both laughing and leaning on each other. Henry said, “I have my own private practice. I help people in my daily life and I’m a superhero. I would like to be seen as something other than the guy who’s dated TWO girls from Kids in the Woods.”

“OH MY GOD!” Charlotte said and cackled.

“I totally forgot about that! And I just had spa day with them last month!” Jasper said.

“With Bianca and Chloe?” Henry wondered.

“Yep. They started taking me with them after you and I broke up. There’s a Henry Hartbreak Plan, so you’re definitely not riding on just our forgotten celebrity alone.”

“A Henry Hartbreak Plan?” Charlotte repeated.

“It’s a boost of vitamins and painkillers, a punching bag workout set to music, a shower. massage, detox, and a long snuggly nap. The spa owner has some history with Hen, too.”

Henry sighed and pointed at finger at Jasper, “That was mostly in her head!”

“That spa day sounds valuable. You didn’t tell me about all that. You just said Girls Day with the Hartbroken Club.”

“Come next time,” Jasper said.

Henry watched the two of them talking. They were both still extremely attractive and each had that lovers’ glow with each other. It made him miss them, both. He missed their friendships and he missed being with them. Of course, those were two separate relationships, but he missed those relationships. He had never had anyone like either of them before. He thought that he would never get over Jasper and still wasn’t, but the surprise of seeing Char again, and her being even more perfect than he’d remembered… He was unsure of how he had ever gotten over her. Looking at them both right now, he realized that he hadn’t. He just thought that he had. “It’s only a thousand dollars per episode for this first season, if it even goes beyond that, but…”

“I’m in,” Charlotte said.

“I could use an extra couple of thousand, as well,” Jasper said.

“Cool… Why don’t you let Bianca and Chloe know. Of course, everyone will have to speak with my production team on camera to see what they think, but… I believe that they’d like to have all of the components of my celebrity associations for this thing.”

“So, does that mean that Piper is involved?” Charlotte wondered.

“We can’t really pay Piper to be involved, but she did tell me that if the show makes waves, then we’ll talk…” He was barely done with his comment and Charlotte was laughing at him. “She told me that you two still talk, though. She didn’t give me your number.”

“I girl coded her not to years ago, when I changed it,” Charlotte said.

“My assistant Levi will need it, to let you know about appointments and stuff.”

“It’s cut off. Just call Jasper. We live together,” she said with a shrug.

“You live together? It’s… that serious?” he wondered, a little bit heartbroken, though he wasn’t sure from which one, but leaning towards both.

“I mean… It’s going great,” Jasper said and wrapped an arm around Charlotte.

Henry nodded, and blinked away the sadness that he felt might show in his eyes. “Well, congrats on that. You two deserve to be happy, more than anybody else that I know.” He reached forward to pull both of them into a hug. Jasper returned it, but Charlotte froze up, and he noticed that she’d done so earlier too. He pulled back and looked at the two of them. They clung to each other as they both fought to tear their eyes away from Henry’s face, so neither of them had seen their reactions to him, but he had seen both. “Later,” they said. Henry smiled and saw them out. So, they were in for the show at least. He hoped that the cameras wouldn’t catch too much of all of that emotion that was floating through the room.

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iamrheaspeaks · 6 years ago

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Two For One Special

A/N: This is a One-Shot for my Birthday Twin @hearteyes-for-killmonger. I tried to get this out before our day ended but alas here it is regardless. Lightly proofread/ edited as always 💋I hope you had a bomb ass day love 🤞🏾

Word Count: 1.6k

Warnings: There will be smut 😈

There’s something to be said about what you experience when you spend a birthday in Vegas! The only time Rhea had been to Vegas was passing through it as a child on her way to visit family in Richmond, CA during the summer. Slipping out of grasp like sand through her fingers. But finally this East Coast girl trekked it across country solo dolo to celebrate her birthday. Nothing could kill the joy of this independent adventure. Not the airport check in, the delayed boarding, the very opinioned white woman who insisted that she couldn’t possibly afford her first class ticket and was in the wrong line. Nope as far as Rhea was concerned she’s a mere few hours away from the best long weekend of her life. Those medicated gummies helped too.

Pumpkin was excited to one up her last time in Vegas. She knew which spots she liked and which she didn’t really care for. And how to avoid the multitude of people insisting she’d have more fun if high, drunk or gambling. With no offense to anyone else of course, it just wasn’t her vice. That being said Pumpkin glad to be returning to the city of sin so that the darker side of her got to come out and play. The allure of being somewhere far from home and the fact that she’d chosen to take this trip alone were a plus. The only things and people that would be influencing her energy would be of her choosing.

When Rhea reached her seat there was a woman sitting in the window seat headphones already in typing away at her phone. Rhea stole quick glances at her while loading her carry on into the overhead bin after fishing out her own headphones and old iPod touch, choosing to power down her phone for the flight. The girl had golden brown skin that rivaled hers and deep chocolate brown eyes that gave off an undertone of honey when the sunlight caught them. Her hair was natural. In a side part with the fronts flat twisted back into a high bun with flowers adorning either side. Looking at the deep purple that stained her lips Rhea felt a jolt travel through her. At that she lightly shook her head breathing out a brush of air before sitting down.

Pumpkin was so engrossed in her phone she hadn’t realized the frame that filled the seat to her right. With no work to worry about and no distractions she had thrown herself into her writing. The woman was smaller in size but undeniably cute. High cheekbones making her smile even more prominent. Gently swaying side to side in her seat in response to whatever she was listening to as she watched all the fuss on the plane die down the closer they got to departure. Her hair was covered in a woven hat and she wore big hoop earrings with a fresh face. Pumpkin liked the happy vibe that she gave off.

A little ways into the flight is when it happened. Pumpkin had removed her headphones to give her ears a rest. Rhea had just caught the attention of a flight attendant asking for something to drink. Anticipating being carded she had her Driver’s License out already. As Rhea and the attendants’ exchange came to a close, “Oh! Happy Birthday by the way!” In unison both Rhea and Pumpkin replied ‘Thank You’ before staring bug eyed at each other. The flight attendant chuckled lowly to herself at the girls’ reaction to what just happened, letting Rhea know she’d be back with her drink shortly. The rest of the flight the two of them slowly opened up more to each other. Sharing stories the more they realized they had in common. They agreed to tag team it to the baggage claim when they landed.

Desperately waiting to see her black suitcase Rhea watched the bout of luggage circling around intently addressing Pumpkin, “It was dope to meet a birthday twin on this trip. We should totally get up and do dinner or something.”

“Yeah sure! What hotel are you at?”

“Uh…the Palazzo. I kinda saved up and went full tourist.”

“That can’t be a coincidence.”

Rhea popped her head up to look at Pumpkin who amazingly already had her bags, “No way! You’re there too?”

Pumpkin just shook her head in response as they started on their way to the cab terminal.

Hours later Rhea and Pumpkin decided to hit the buffet in the hotel for dinner before trying to catch a show. That pulse was back the moment Rhea seen Pumpkin in her black wrap dress and heeled ankle boots. She paired it with a thin green camouflage military jacket, the same one from earlier on the plane. Must have been an east Coast thing because Rhea also was wearing a dress with a military jacket although she opted for platform heels. Reveling in the opportunity to be taller than she really was if only for a few hours. They didn’t know it yet but their night about to get very interesting.

~~~

“Hey to E!” Jordyn exclaimed a little too eagerly meaning only one thing, challenge time.

“Wassup? What you see?”

“Two birthday girls. Straight ahead.”

“Tiara and sash in matching jackets? Whatcho thinkin’?” Erik asked already licking his lips scheming.

“Bet you can’t get both of them”

“What I get when you lose nigga?”

“Shit you already got everything. You’ll get a bomb ass story out of it though.”

Chuckling deeply Erik side eyed his friend before advancing towards his targets for the night, “Challenge accepted.”

Erik was kissing Pumpkin drawing a hungry moan out of her throat, his lips curving up into a smile before he backed out the kiss. Hearing a hungry sigh come from Rhea as her tiny fingers gripped his thigh Erik switched his gaze from Pumpkin to her. Erik leaned hovering his lips by her ear “I want you to wait”, he whispered before looking her sternly and turning to kiss Pumpkin again. The whimper that came from behind him confirmed his suspensions, Rhea liked to watch. And just like Erik, Pumpkin’s figure was a plus. Even if she didn’t act on it he could see it in her. The want. That combined with the sensation of his lips on Pumpkin’s was causing his pants to tent.

Once Pumpkin pulled out of the kiss to catch her breathe he gives Pumpkin that signature smirk before he turns to Rhea again. When their lips finally collided Rhea saw stars as her eyes fell shut, suddenly glad she actually put on underwear. Before long she couldn’t take how rise in temperature anymore and started to peel out her dress with Erik and Pumpkin following closing behind. Pumpkin stood there feeling slightly exposed before the switch happened. Beckoning Rhea to come to her as Erik went and sat down to enjoy the show. Seeing Rhea totally submitting to Pumpkin’s demand Erik couldn’t wait to bend her to his will.

Their shared moans as their hands explored each other was truly a sight to see. Jordyn may have thought this was a dare but it was turning out to be the best night of Erik’s life. He was sitting in the hotel chair of Pumpkin’s hotel room when Pumpkin caught a glimpse of him slow strocking his freed erection. Commanding Rhea to stop then making her way over to Erik. “I can take care of that for you,” Pumpkin hummed replacing Erik’s hand on his throbbing member with her own before sinking to her knees and taking him into her mouth. His hips thrust up in response to her warm mouth swallowing him down.

At first Rhea just stood where Pumpkin left her watching the scene in front of her. Her thighs being the only thing keeping her essence from dropping to the carpet below and played with her nipples struggling to keep her eyes open but being overcome by the sound of Erik and Pumpkin’s synchronized moans as she sucked him off. Feeling her mouth go dry but not wanting to interrupt the ride they were on Rhea found herself dropping to her knees, crawling over and turning on her back underneath them coming face to face with Pumpkin’s women hood. Dying for a taste.

“Fuck!” Pumpkin groaned as Rhea’s mouth suctioned around her needy bundle of nerves.

“She hungry. Let her eat” Erik smirked as he watched the dominate side slip away and Pumpkin began to come undone by the smaller woman beneath her who had a death grip on her thick thighs. Drowning in the ecstasy of it all. Had it not been for his stamina these two definitely would’ve given Erik a run for his money. Them moaning in tandem under each others and his own touch alike. Creating his favorite song of flesh and desire. This was definitely a night to remember.

As they moved into their final position it was evident that both the women he was currently bedding were on their last leg. Rhea rode Erik’s face as Pumpkin bounced beautifully up and down on his dick. Both of them gripping at his sides for balance as they made out above him swallowing each other’s moans. The bands in their bellies were tightening, threatening to snap at a moments notice.

“I-I’m”

“Gonna”

“CUM!” they both screamed as they squirted. Erik lapped at Rhea’s folds while simultaneously pounding up into Pumpkin a few more times chasing his own release.

Looking at the birthday girls totally spent passed out in the bed Erik pulled out his phone and snapped a photo before sending it to Jordyn before making his leave.

Challenge: Two for One Special complete. Pay up nigga! I’m the King!

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neshabeingchildish · 5 years ago

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Poly Wanna? Ch. 6

Lemme know if I need to take you off the tag. Idk who’s actually reading because I’ve only heard from a couple of people, so idk if y’all still interested.

@adorkable-blackgirl @chenoahchantel @ciara-knightly @cactus-con @up-the-tube @riebellion @itsyaapollochild@oof–musicals @lesbian-so-what @woahjusttakeiteasy-man @meadowstryingtobepretty @imma-sensitive-btch @okaygal21 @midernacht @divinereign4ever @xoxoemille

Daddy Issues

“I called my mom to try to see if I could come over for a few nights and clear my mind. It didn’t go exactly how I would have loved…”

Charlotte was outside of the lounge, crying in her pretty dress, with Jasper nearby, holding his head, trying to figure out what was happening to them right now. She didn’t want him to hear the conversation, but he refused to leave her alone outside of the building. “Mom… Could I come spend a few nights at your place?”

“Honey, I thought that we agreed that as long as you’re wasting your degrees, we can’t keep coddling you.”

“I’m not asking you to pay a bill or to let me move back in. I just need a few nights away from Jasper,” she said, sniffling.

“I don’t know…” Her mom said. “I tried to tell you that no good could come out of dating a boy whose friend you dated, and it’s even trickier that both of you dated the same boy! I don’t know what kind of swapping you kids are up to these days…”

Charlotte was about to ask her if she could come over or not, but she heard a male voice in the background and wondered, “Who is that, Mom?”

Her mother cleared her throat and asked her, “Who else would it be, Charlotte?”

“That’s Dad?” Charlotte asked, breaking down a little bit more. “Let me get this straight… So, I ask you for a few days there and it’s an automatic no, but the man that put you through everything that he put you through gets to come over there in the middle of booty call hours?”

“Charlotte!” She hissed. “He’s your father, and my husband…”

“He’s everybody’s, Mom, but go off. Anyway, thanks for listening. I’ve gotta call a friend.” Her mother sounded like she was going to say something else, but Charlotte hung up on her. “We’re talking about someone who slept around, ran around, traveled around, just whoring himself all over the place… Had my mother looking stupid for half my life, that I can remember. Out there with pregnancy scares at other people’s houses. He gave her an STD whenever I was in 9th grade. An STD. Then, he just LEFT her ass when I turned 18, like it was on schedule or something! And that community dick can come home, but I can’t?!?”

Charlotte let out a howl of a cry and Jasper rushed to check on her. She was still mad, but she let him hug her and just cried on him. “My dad is at my mom’s house. She told me that I couldn’t even stay for a few days. He shouldn’t even be allowed to cross the threshold!”

“Maybe he’s just there to fix something or they’re sorting through their issues. Maybe he came to discuss something legal that they never finished off. Baby… It’s okay. You don’t need to go anywhere. Stay with me. I promise, I’ll give you whatever space you need and not bother you, if that’s what you want.” “I don’t want this energy in our home. I want to cool off, realign and just…” She started crying again and he held her tighter. “Seeing you with Henry just reminded me of all the times I saw my mother pretend not to notice some woman being all cozy with my dad and I just felt like that rejected girl in the hotel room that night… The one that you didn’t want to be with…”

“That’s not what happened, Char.” He loosened the hug to look at her and wiped her face. “I was scared. I didn’t think I’d be good enough and I was trying to work myself up. You moved on before I could get myself there… Not saying that’s your fault! It was partially mine and partially Henry’s for sliding in as soon as he saw an opening.”

“And I felt so seen, so validated in that moment that I opened myself to exactly the kind of person that I’d promised myself that I would never open up to and he did exactly what I would have expected somebody like that to do.”

“I became my mother. Somebody’s goddamn fool. I let Henry Hart play me and when I walked away from it, a portion of a person, I revisited the promise to myself that I wasn’t going to be anybody’s fool again. So, seeing Henry and Jasper close to each other, I can admit that I was triggered and that I jumped off hot, but… I guess that night, I preferred to be the loud, boisterous fool than the one that smiles through her suffering like her little girl isn’t right next to her. I am not my mother. I can’t just BE her. These mamas used to always say that you must think they’re Booboo the Fool, I feel like just telling her, Yes, Mom. I do. I do think that you’re Booboo the Fool, because that’s how Dad has you looking. Clown shoes just squeaking around Swellview. *Shakes her head)

Henry saw the pink viper driving up to the apartment and he furrowed his eyebrows. He didn’t know that she was in town and he didn’t know why she would be at Jasper’s place. The pink diamond studded license plate that read “Piper” wasn’t even the most noticeable thing about the vehicle, but she whipped it into a space and got out, almost in one fluid motion. “What are you doing here?” She wondered. He opened his mouth to answer, but she said, “Just kidding. I don’t care, but you gotta get out of here.”

“What are you doing here?”

“Obviously, I’m here for Charlotte. She wanted me to come get her for the night, so we’re gonna get a hotel room and chill out until she’s not so upset with everything. Congratulations on coming back into their lives and doing this, almost immediately.”

“I didn’t DO anything. I’m here to try to smooth things out. It was way too crowded and loud at the lounge to do it, and that’s where they work.”

“Well, I warned you,” she said, throwing her hands into the air and going inside… with a key?

“You have a key to their home?”

“I made Jasper gave it to me after he almost killed himself over you. You remember? His mom found him choking on his own vomit on her bathroom floor? Yeah - I wasn’t gonna have him living alone and having similar types of accidents.”

“You live too far away to help, if he does!”

“But, here I am, with the key,” she said and went inside, then locked the door. Piper and Henry got a long a lot better than they did whenever she was younger, but she had not been very happy with how he’d handled his friends and the relationships with them. In her mind, they were all supposed to treat each other better than that. In her mind, everything that happened that broke up the gang was because of her stupid brother and his penis policies. BUT, she wasn’t going to say any of that in front of his cameras, because she wasn’t on the show and even if they negotiated something that was acceptable for her brand, she didn’t want to give them any material until they did. Besides, she’d already let her brother know how she felt about it and tonight was about her swooping in to help clean up one of his messes.

Whenever Jasper’s jeep pulled into the parking lot of the apartment, Henry was still there. Jasper sighed and shook his head, “I can’t deal with this,” he said. It took a lot of energy to calm Charlotte down and get her home, and the last thing he wanted or needed was seeing Henry set her off again.

“What does he drive?” Charlotte wondered.

“That green hybrid…” She got out of the car and Jasper realized that maybe she was asking that for a bad reason. He rushed out of the jeep and smiled at her, “What… Are you doing?”

She was looking around on the ground. “Trying to find something,” she said. Henry approached the two of them and started trying to explain why he left earlier and to apologize. Jasper started trying to convince him to just get in his car and go, but he was insistent. Charlotte went into the apartment. Jasper let out a sigh of relief, guessing that she probably didn’t find anything useful outside… BUT, realized that inside, she knew what EVERYTHING was for!

“Look, you need to get out of here, before Charlotte busts your window with my hockey stick or something.”

“She’s mad, but come on, Dude. She wouldn’t do that. It’s illegal. Besides, you left me this exasperated voicemail accusing me of causing you problems and leaving. I just wanted to be able to talk to the two of you in a more quiet and comfortable environment. I want to invite you both to dinner at my place...”

“She asked me what car was yours, and she’s been crying, fussing and drinking.” Jasper didn’t have time to focus on anything Henry was talking about. Charlotte might be back soon and think HE was giving energy to Henry.

“Yeah but…”

“Her dad is at her mom’s house tonight,” Jasper finally said, feeling a little bit like he might be betraying Char’s confidence by telling Henry, but knowing that he’d understand better what state of mind she was in right now.

“Okay,” Henry said and headed for his vehicle. As he started it up, he saw Piper and Charlotte coming out, with bags. Wait a minute… He stopped the car in the middle of the path out and got out of the car, “Are you leaving him? You can’t do that, Char! It was a misunderstanding!” He begged. Charlotte turned to Jasper, looking like she would go off at any moment, holding her weekend bag and taking a deep breath. Jasper collected her and kissed her, whispered something to her and opened the passenger door to Piper’s viper for her. Whenever she got in, he took her bags and helped Piper get them into the backseat.

“I’ll take care of her. Believe it or not, this isn’t the first time that I’ve had to do this,” Piper told Jasper and gave him a hug. “It’ll be okay. I’m gonna make sure she comes back.” She quickly went to hug Henry too and advised him, “Just… Move carefully with them and mind your business.” She gave him a peck on the cheek, got into her car, sped off and around his, honking the horn way too loud for this time of night and then peeled off out of the parking lot.

“She’s just taking some time,” Jasper said. “Night.”

“Hey… You know that I didn’t do that on purpose, right?” Henry asked. “It’s important to me that you realize that.”

“It’s not that important to me whether or not it was on purpose. Henry… You saw that something was going terribly wrong and you just left.”

“I didn’t think that I’d be able to get through to her in that setting!”

“Okay. Well,” Jasper shrugged his shoulders, “Thanks for stopping by. Night.”

“Jasper…”

“Henry, I have to go collect my thoughts, okay? I need you to leave.”

“I’m scared to. I don’t want you to… hurt yourself, or something…” Henry was being sincere and Jasper knew he was, but he just wasn’t in the mood right now for this. If Henry had done this years ago, yes. But, tonight, with Char in a car spending time away from Jasper to heal herself, Jasper didn’t GAF how genuine Henry was.

“Look. I got drunk and was too drunk to monitor the amount of pills that I took. I wasn’t trying to hurt myself that night and I’m not gonna hurt myself tonight. What I am gonna do is go inside and get myself cleaned up, watch something sad and probably cry, and check with Piper every few minutes to see how Charlotte is because since she’s the one who went elsewhere tonight, she really could just decide not to come back and I’d have to deal with that. Good. Night.” He went inside, ignoring Henry trying to say something else about keeping him company or at least text him in the morning to let him know he was okay or something. Jasper slammed the door a little harder than he meant to, but that was because he felt like Henry wasn’t respecting his boundaries and the night had gone badly enough.

Jasper was still up whenever it was time for the sun to rise. He grabbed his juice and went to stand outside and knew that Henry was doing the same in the brownstone and Charlotte was in a hotel with a passed out Piper, doing the same, as well. He came back inside and checked his phone. Henry had sent several texts the previous night, but Charlotte had called him this morning. He called back immediately and she sounded better, “Hey. I didn’t know if you’d be up or not. I was watching the sun rise and of course she reminded me that it's a new day. So, can I come home today, or should I take the ones that I asked for?”

“You can always come back to me, Charlotte. Whenever you’re ready.”

“Okay. Then, we’ll be back probably before you go running with Henry, or whatever.”

“I wasn’t planning on going.”

“I don’t want you to think that because I was in my feelings last night that I want to control who you chill with, even if it’s him. I just felt a way last night. Honestly, Piper thinks that it was a misunderstanding, so I’m gonna just apologize to him about it. I’m sorry that I flipped out.”

“Actually, it was kinda hot that you were jealous, of course that was up until you were crying.”

“Those were angry tears.”

“No tears are hot, though.”

“What if they’re joy tears? Like, what if, hypothetically, we got married someday and I’m crying tears of joy, that wouldn’t be even a little bit hot?”

“I stand corrected. That’d be the hottest thing that you ever did. If we get married, you gotta give me tears of joy.”

“You can’t plan tears of joy How about this - if we decide to get married and I don’t cry tears of joy, you call the whole thing off.”

“Sounds drastic.”

“Are you not drastic?”

He scoffed, “No.”

“I wish that I had a list to read off of how that declaration is a bold faced lie…”

Henry hoped that Jasper would show up at the gym. He hadn’t gotten back to him, and if he didn’t by the time his work out was over, he was going to go back to his apartment. Piper had texted him that since she was in town that she’d come workout with him. He asked her, “What about Charlotte?”

“Wow. Your only sister takes time to spend with you and that’s what you ask me?”

“No, I just meant… I thought you were here for her.”

“Last night, I was. She’s going back home, so I’m coming to the gym, unless you wanna go running, instead?”

“No, we can meet at the gym.” He was still hoping that maybe, just maybe Jasper might show up and he didn’t want him to think that after all of that, he’d just left him again. So, he watered his flowers, grabbed his gym bag and his hygiene bag and went to the gym.

Whenever he arrived, Jasper and Piper were there and his face immediately brightened whenever he saw that Jasp HAD made it, after all. He smiled his biggest, hardest smile in a while, then Charlotte walked up, having came from Piper’s car and he felt his smile falter, a little bit. She was pissed at him last night and he didn’t know what condition she might be in today. Jasper took her bag and he and Piper headed inside as she approached Henry.

“Hey,” she said.

“Hey.”

“Piper and Jasper said that they’d give me a moment to talk to you about last night, and at this current time, we are ONLY talking about last night, you got it?” “Yes, Ma’am.”

“Last night, I didn’t expect to have to see you. You weren’t on the filming schedule for me. I hadn’t even emotionally prepared to see your face, so seeing your face and seeing it thisclose to my man’s face - I didn’t like it and I had to push it down while I’m singing love and longing songs and I didn’t like that either. Long story short, I apologize for how I responded to what I saw. I don’t want to be an angry person. I don’t want to be a sad person. But, sometimes, I will feel both of those things and I need to be an adult and deal with them in a healthy way. All I ask is that if you’re gonna be around me for the show or because you and Jasper have mended your friendship, or because you’re Piper’s brother and I love her to life, please… Don’t just surprise me like that. Last night, I realized that I can’t handle the emotional shock of you just showing up. Like how you stopped beaming whenever you saw me a few minutes ago. It was like that, but I was working and couldn’t easily resolve the issue. Okay?”

“Yeah. I’m sorry. You were great, though. Like, I knew that you could sing, but you had an awesome stage presence, too. I’d love to have your permission to see you perform again, some time.”

“We’ll see,” she said, a little disappointed that he hadn’t also apologized for his part in things last night, but not surprised. He apologized to Jasper, and maybe that was all that he cared about for the moment.

“So… Did Jasper tell you about how the running went for him?”

“No. But, he didn’t have to. Jasper hasn’t run in years. I told him to start slow, but did he listen? No. In true Leo fashion, he jumped right to the highest setting. Taking up running with a superhero…” Her eyes widened and she looked at the camera.

“They know, remember? We’ll cut it out,” he said and held the door for her to the gym. She looked at it for a moment, like she was trying to process something and he wished he knew what it was. Did she think it was a trick? Was she simply surprised that he was being nice to her after last night? Was she impressed that he was getting the door for her even though all that she was holding was a water bottle and he had two very large bags, one on each arm? “You… okay?” She smiled gently, nodded and went inside. Henry followed her in. “I really wish that I knew what she was thinking about whenever I was holding the door. For all we know, she just had a brain fart and was in a daze.”

“Whenever Henry opened the door for me, I remembered all of the times when we were younger that he didn’t! I remember always feeling like he might not really even like me, because it wasn’t his natural response to just do nice little polite things for me. At the time, I’d rationalize that was because we were just friends and nothing else, but I was also only paying attention to it, because whenever I was little, my dad always grabbed doors for me and my mom, and as I got older, I noticed that he didn’t do it for her anymore. Like, he was never mean or anything, but the stuff that my mind knew him to do wasn’t being done and by the time I realized that he didn’t like her anymore… I began almost subconsciously taking inventory of little things that people did for me. I’ve done it for years, not even on purpose or to rack up what I think that they think of me, but just as a habit. It gave me pause that Henry grabbed the door, but then I thought - he’s got social skills, Girl. This means nothing and I went on with the rest of the day.”

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neshabeingchildish · 5 years ago

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Poly Wanna? Ch. 7

This is probably my messiest chapter YET. We get some action too, and some pain and even some violence, so TW for that. I didn’t put a warning on the ffnet post, but I think most of the readers read this here anyway and only my two muffins read on that end. They know who they are. At any rate, prepare to drama to the fullest reality TV style extent.

Lemme know if I need to take you off the tag. Idk who’s actually reading because I’ve only heard from a couple of people, so idk if y’all still interested.

The Unspoken Stories

“You know how sometimes, people say things like ‘I had a feeling about this’ or ‘I simply just knew,” or anything else to indicate that they possessed some intuition about things? I often wonder where that comes from? Is it like Charlotte says - the universe, energy, spirit, etc or whatever, or is it something inside of you that just tells you, like a superpower? I don’t tend to have a lot of intuition about many things. I tend to try to assess what I see, but I’m usually battling with multiple questions about exactly what that is. I don’t have any intuition that I know of, so the feeling that I’ve been getting around Char and Jasp… I think it’s probably wishful thinking, but they’re warming up to me.”

Jasper decided that a good place to maybe talk out some of Charlotte’s tension, as it related to Henry and the other two girls was to have them air it out at the spa. Henry and Charlotte both thought that was a terrible idea, but he raised a good point, “Would it be better at a fancy restaurant, at dinner, where drinks might be thrown? Or at one of our homes, where possessions might be damaged? At least if things go poorly, everyone can go to a different room and get some stress relief treatment.”

“Why are your expectations filled with violence?” Charlotte wondered, knowing that he probably was lowkey accusing her of possibly whipping somebody’s ass.

She wasn’t violent, so much as she had been more likely to fight since her breakup with Henry. That was the first time she struck someone in anger, and it felt good at the moment, but definitely bad afterwards. Even if she hadn’t hurt her wrist, she hurt her pride. She let him make her so mad that she resorted to putting her hands on someone. She didn’t like that about herself. And, it made it easier for her to be willing to put her hands on others, since then. Boxing helped, though. Punching a bag instead of punching people, whether or not they deserved it, kept her from punching her dad right in the chin any time that she saw him.

“Because, I’ve had to pull my girlfriend backstage for fighting customers,” Jasper answered simply.

“Wasn’t a fight. He grabbed me and I defended myself.”

“You broke a glass over his head. I’ve DROPPED those glasses, numerous times. Do you know the level of not with the shits you have to be to break one of those on a human being?” Jasper wondered.

“He had a thick skull,” she said and shrugged her shoulders. “I’m not violent. I’m defensive. There’s a difference. Whenever I punched at Henry, it was a reflex to him grabbing me when I was trying to leave and was already pissed. I’ve only ever hit men who made me feel threatened or violated my space. They might rule this world, but I’m not a part of any man’s inheritance.”

Charlotte had a WHOLE regimen planned for the day. She had checked on the prices and made a checklist of what she was having done and they had decided that their chat could be held in the steam room. She and Jasper rode together, of course. He had his hair pulled up into a tiny bun that she kept snapping photos of and K(her)SL. Along with the stubble on his face, he looked so “Daddy,” and she lived for it, but that bun was SENDING her.

The owner of the spa (the one with the history with Henry that he never quite acknowledged) made sure to be there herself to make sure that the group was treated fairly. Charlotte hoped to see some juicy backlash, but Henry was already there when she and Jasper came in, sweet-talking her. There were flowers there and a handwritten card. She was guessing that he apologized… She stopped Jasper and asked, “Is that Henry’s handwriting?” in a quiet voice.

“Girl, no. Henry has a pensman.”

“That’s not a real word.”

“Penman?”

“Somebody writes letters for Henry?”

“Whenever he wants to suck up extra hard. The dyslexia, you know, makes letters from him more heartfelt?”

“But, if he didn’t WRITE it himself, how is it heartfelt?”

“She doesn’t know he didn’t write it.” Charlotte started to put him on blast, but they needed to have the big conversation and she could always clarify with homegirl, later. There was no way that she was gonna just let that woman be played out by this boy again.

Henry smiled at Charlotte and Jasper as they approached. “Look who it is! My favorite people!” He cheered and went to hug them. “Got you some flowers,” he said and handed each of them a yellow rose.

Jasper forced a smile, but looked sad. Charlotte definitely noticed and wondered, “What’s wrong?” She was on the alert and ready to defend him, if need be. He gave her a kiss on the temple and whispered that he’d rather not get into it. “So, whenever Henry and I were… involved, if he did something mean or hurt me, he’d always apologize with yellow roses. He said yellow roses were for apologies to your friend, and since I’m his best friend, he never wanted to let any kinda problems go unchecked or any kind of hurt he caused me to go without apology… When I went to the hospital, he didn’t even come to see me, but he sent me six dozen yellow roses and I honestly thought that I’d never get another from him. I had a lot of feelings when he handed me a single…”*Starts crying and gets up.*

The spa owner got a whole bouquet of various apology flowers, but since they were having a spa day, Henry felt like single yellow roses were the way to go for his company. He knew that Jasper would get it, if nobody else did. Jasper seemed pretty emotional about it. Henry didn’t have the intuition to know whether it was good or bad. Charlotte had the intuition to know that it was a mixture of both, but she didn’t know the context and that irritated her.

Chloe and Bianca showed up, holding hands and laughing together. Chloe had on some open toe shoes and Charlotte looked down and asked, “Getting something done with those feet today?”

Chloe smiled awkwardly and laughed a little, “Should I?”

“It’s up to you,” Charlotte said, then unintentionally, but intentionally looked right at the camera as she tried to stifle a smile. “My mother used to tell me that I had to remember to moisturize so that I wouldn’t be ashy. I didn’t realize that Chloe needed to moisturize too.”

Bianca said, “Oh, we should TOTALLY get our feet done!”

“I saw a foot mask made especially for crack repairs,” Charlotte suggested. Henry tried really hard to not laugh, realizing that even though her voice was very sweet, that was most likely shade. Chloe’s feet were looking kinda worn.

“Charlotte must have some kind of foot fetish or something. She was REALLY centered on my feet! What people don’t know is that I’m an athlete. I’ve been on multiple reality show challenges and have even won some seasons. So, yes, my feet are a little less feminine than the girl who can’t decide if she’s a singer or a scientist. I’ve actually gotta get out there and grind.”

“Would you like a naked steam room?” The owner asked. Henry looked around at his company. Bianca and Chloe looked down for it. Jasper didn’t seem to care (or maybe he didn’t hear. He was staring at his rose). Whenever Henry made eye contact with Charlotte, she had a raised eyebrow DARING him to say yes.

“I think we’ll be good in one with clothes?” He said, still looking at Charlotte to see if her face changed. She relaxed a little.

“Robe sizes needed?”

Charlotte snuggled up to Jasper and wondered, “Are you gonna be okay?”

“Yeah,” He looked up at her and smiled. She was a happy part of life. He didn’t need to dwell on the dark parts. “I was just thinking about how lucky I am now, versus how it could have been, how it used to be.”

She nodded, “Well, you won’t be able to bring that into the steam room. You wanna put it in a locker and I can maybe preserve the petals for you when we get home?”

“No,” he said and tossed it into the trash. “I don’t need to hang on to any of that.”

She didn’t know what any of that meant, but she wrapped her arm around him from the side and leaned up to make him bend down for a kiss. “Jasper threw my rose away. I didn’t know if that meant that he didn’t accept my apology or if it meant that there was nothing to be forgiven, but it hurt to see. But, Charlotte, she kissed hers and she put it away safely. I know that she’s probably gonna save the petals, like she used to… or I hope. I don’t have intuition, like I said. I’m guessing, here.”

Charlotte kept her spa shoes on her feet, grateful to have them. Who knew what those roach stompers Chloe had might bring into the room with them? Jasper was sweating before they even got into the room. He and Charlotte sat next to each other, Bianca and Chloe sat across from them and Henry tried to figure out where he might be best seated… He decided across from Charlotte and Jasper, since they were what was really important to him and he wanted to look them in the eyes as they did… whatever would be done here today.

“Okay, so, thank you everybody for coming here today. I don’t want to ruin this place for you, so I sucked it up and apologized to the owner, even though most of that was all in her head. I just want everything out, like I told Jasper. I want to deal with it head on and show everyone that I have changed and I want to introduce you to who I am now. I want you to get to know me, today, as I am… But, I also understand that might not be possible without addressing the shit that I’ve done in the past, to everybody here, really. If anybody has any questions or comments, I am open for them.”

Charlotte looked at Jasper, “You wanna talk to him about something between the two of you?” Maybe, Jasper might open up now that they were having this time together. She knew that he wasn’t okay and all she wanted was for him to be better. This whole thing was more of Henry’s idea, she gathered, to curb his guilt, but if Jasper could benefit from it; she wanted that more than anything she wanted for herself. She must really love that dude, she realized.

Jasper cleared his throat and said, “I’m not that concerned with our past. It ended very miserably for me and I didn’t come here, today, or agree to the show to rehash any of that or relive it. But, I’ve been rehashing and reliving things, and you’ve seemed fine. If I want to know anything, it’s about right now. Right now, what is it that you want, Henry? Why are we all here?”

He said in a very low and soft voice, “I just want you two to love me again.”

Jasper noticeably, immediately went soft and nodded his head. The answer was good enough for him. “What I think a lot of people don’t understand is that no matter WHAT happened between Henry and I, no matter how he hurt me or how I processed it; we were best friends for most of my life. My dad and his mom used to be super close and we were brought together before either of us were conscious about our surroundings.” *Tears up* “We were… soul mates. However you consider that to be. We were connected at the soul, like one person, for a huge portion of my life - my entire fucked up childhood, there was nobody that treated me better than Henry, and why wouldn’t I forgive him for mistakes that were made when we were young and he was already hurting? Nobody gets to control how I choose to respond with him reaching out and asking for my forgiveness. Maybe that’s stupid. Maybe it’s foolish, but how do you hate a part of yourself forever? Even the less shiny parts, you have to figure out a way to live with, and Henry has been a super shiny part and a super dark part of ME. Not just my life, but a part of me. I’ve carried him in my heart since before I knew what love was. Of course I could love him again. I do love him. I never stopped. I never would stop.”

Charlotte wasn’t as moved in the same direction as Jasper, and to be honest, in hindsight, they probably should have had separate conversations, because seeing Jasper just forgive him in his heart, while he might not have actually said it out loud… that made her heart harder. He noticed the darkening of her features as she glared in Henry’s direction and took her hand and kissed it, trying to smooth her over. Because him loving Henry didn’t take anything away from him loving her. He loved both of them for different reasons, in different ways and he never wanted to be apart from her, no matter what kind of love he had for anyone else. “What did you do to him, Henry? What would make this big hearted, kind spirited person who has always taken mistreatment from loved ones with a grain of salt… What would make him turn against you? I do some things that I’m not proud of to Jasper every single day and he still loves me. We watched his parents not give even pinches of fucks about him all throughout school, and he still loved them. We saw him idolize our boss, who wasn’t really that fond of him for many years, and he loved him… So my suspicious self, my smart self, I have to always wonder what in the world that you did to somebody that I LOVE, with most of my heart to make him not love you?”

“I didn’t stop loving him,” Jasper injected. She gently pulled her hand away. “I only say that to say… The things that you’re saying right now, they’re very triggering and just stirring things up and it's not really like that, so please…”

“I’m sorry,” she whispered and nodded at him, empathetically. He took a deep breath and leaned back. “I didn’t mean to…”

“It’s okay, Babe.”

“Please, don’t do that. I hurt you and I don’t want you to just brush it off, like it didn’t happen. Everyone needs to be held accountable for what they do.”

“Every time somebody hurts someone, it isn’t necessarily on purpose. I think that intent matters,” Jasper said. “I love you, too. I don’t care if you hurt me, because I know that wasn’t your intent.”

“But, you’re still hurt.”

“And you feel remorse for that. Don’t beat yourself up.” He hugged her. She was soft, but she was still wondering, “Seriously, what did he do to my man to have him in the bad way that I’ve heard he was in after they broke up?”

Charlotte heard one of the other two girls mumble something and her head snapped in their direction so fast that they both startled. “Did you have something to add? To help out? He didn’t say anything about wanting your love, so what’s the tea? Why are YOU TWO here? Oh, yeah, to discuss your part in all the bullshit.”

Bianca cleared her throat and said, “I was simply saying that you two are so good together that I don’t know why you even care about what Henry wants, at this point.”

“I thought that me and Henry were good together at some point too, but you didn’t right? And that’s fine, you’re entitled to feel how you feel and do what you do. You’re grown, you were grown at the time, and you weren’t involved with me, so I never came at you or confronted you or anything like that. But you, both of you, came over to our place, smiled in my face, played nice with me, and both of you weren’t about shit, behind my back.”

Bianca scoffed a chuckle and said, “Well, we were all pretty young when all of that happened. I had recently learned that you were the one who initially suggested that Henry ask me out, and Chloe felt some kind of way about it…”

Chloe threw in, “Henry and I hadn’t officially broken up, but you were pretty accepting of another girl being brought into his life, back then.”

“GIRL! You are really here, sitting here telling me that the reason you were disrupting my love life was because of something that happened when we were in school?” Charlotte cackled, but there was a terrifying anger in it. “BITCH. PLEASE.”

“Well, today, it’s like 6 or 7 years since that happened and you’re still mad. For me, at the time, it had been maybe about the same amount of time, I was younger, and I thought that Henry had just moved on because of distance, when really, he moved on because you pressured him to move on. I wasn’t even mad that I had lost Henry, but when I found out, I was hurt about it, so I wasn’t that concerned about your relationship, just as you hadn’t been concerned about mine. We’re ALL older and wiser now and I’ve moved on.”

“You’ve moved on because you didn’t have something important taken from you. You had the chance to go be on TV or be with Henry and like any kid would, you went with TV. Henry had a crush on Bianca and I, as a friend, supported that. When you left, in my head, that was that. What you did to me, we were grown and Henry and I were in a REAL relationship. And to this day, I’ve never come at you about it or anything. So, for me to be trying to console Jasper, who was SUPPOSED to be your friend and for you two to be having a little side conversation, ah kee keeing and shit… Man, fuck y’all. Y’all are so fake. To this day. You’re both some fakes and Jasper deserves better friends.” Charlotte was fuming.

Henry finally spoke up and said, “It was my fault. I shouldn’t have been airing out things to Bianca, but when that started, you and I were having some issues and I couldn’t talk to Jasper or any of our mutual friends about it, and I didn’t really have a lot of alternatives.”

“So, fuck me?” Charlotte asked and laughed sarcastically.

“At the time, I was worried that talking to you about it wouldn’t be received properly. So, I started talkin’ to Bianca, and a few things came out - that weren’t necessarily secrets, but stuff we had never talked about. I was actually speaking pretty generally about it all when I told her that you were the one that encouraged me to ask her out, and she told me that she’d kissed Kid Danger when we were together and I told her that wasn’t important anymore and we just were chilling and laughing and connecting. I didn’t expect it to turn emotional. I didn’t expect her to talk to Chloe about what she’d learned. Whenever Chloe asked me about it, I very nonchalantly told her the truth and it was years before, so like you said, we were kids, I didn’t think anything of it. But, I didn’t know that she felt hurt to find that out. Sometimes, we hold on to things that happen, not specifically because of that event or the person involved, but because of other things in our makeup.”

“Okay, but if she was still feeling a way, she could have said, ‘Hey Charlotte, I know this was a long time ago, but it’s fresh to me, because I just found out that you openly supported my first boyfriend moving on while I was away for a little while, and I’m having trouble feeling okay about that.’ We could’ve discussed it. Not… started a group chat with the two of you to fish for information about our problems and then deliberately try to drag me.”

“It wasn’t like that,” Chloe said.

“I read the entire thread. It took me hours, because it was months of inappropriate things. You started it off with a little disparaging joke about how you three could be the Charlotte is the Blame Club. Bianca had told you about my “prude problems,” and you wanted to let Hen know that you two were there for him, if he needed to blow off any steam. “Emphasis on blow, lol.”

Chloe was speechless. She didn’t even remember most of that chat, but apparently it had mattered to Charlotte.

Bianca said, “I promise, it was completely innocent, in the beginning. We thought it was kinda funny that you two dated so long and you didn’t do certain things for him.”

“It's nobody’s business what hangups that I have, but since everybody’s business is out right now, I will say this, I wasn’t able to slut around when I was young. My mother tried to be supportive of me being sexually aware, but long story short, she was very sexually wholesome and I didn’t do anything with anybody until Henry. So, yes, it took me a while to get into the habit of things. This boy didn’t even wash his legs whenever we got together, so no, as a science minded person who understands how germs

work and shit, I didn’t wanna be doing a lot of risky stuff with him. And whenever I WOULD do something, I had to be sure everything was clean and clear and ready. Henry was the one who didn’t feel like “going through all of that for a BJ.’ Okay. That was his choice, just like it was my choice to not get ball sweat or ball hair anywhere near my face and mouth area! Maybe you’re fine with musty nuts in yours. I wasn’t. And that was MY. BUSINESS. With MY. BOYFRIEND. But, it's not your fault that he told you that. It WAS your fault that you shared it with Chloe, because if he wanted to share our business, okay, but why did you feel like you could share it?”

“Because I didn’t give a damn, Charlotte!” Bianca snapped. “I’m sorry that early college years, I didn’t care about privacy or things like that. It sounded like a scandal and it was humorous to me. I didn’t know that it would become what it became, which, even right now, wasn’t anything very important to me. It was a part of my life as a young adult. I’m sorry that it affected you like it did. I truly am. You seem like you were very kind to Henry and I feel like what we did made you less kind. I’m sorry that I helped you become this bitter person…”

“BITCH…” *Camera shakes and moves around through a lot of shuffling and winds up on Charlotte, getting tackled by the security* “This bitch got me injured. Couldn’t even angrily speak my mind without being seen as a threat.”

Jasper was pulling on the guard, “Get the fuck off of her! She didn’t DO anything!” Charlotte was screaming, in pain and Henry was signaling to cut the camera. The camera didn’t stop. They might need the footage. Chloe and Bianca had rushed to the other side of the sauna and Henry and Jasper were both fussing with the guard. “You get the fuck out, You’re fired. Hell no! You don’t get to grab her like that, are you serious?”

“What is happening?” the owner of the spa asked from the doorway.

The guard said, “She was about to attack, and that’s where I have to step in. It’s my job.”

“SHE STOOD UP AND WALKED TOWARDS HER!” Henry yelled, at the same time Jasper yelled, “SHE DIDN’T EVEN TOUCH HER!” They were both yelling about how Charlotte sometimes gets in your face, but she wasn’t violent and threatening to press charges and insisting that he left immediately before he got his ass kicked. They heard Charlotte groaning and went to check on her.

“I’m pretty sure he bruised my ribs,” she said crying. “Whenever the guard tackled Charlotte, everything happened so fast that I froze for a moment. But, when I snapped to… This motherfucker, a big grown man, had slammed my girlfriend onto a hard tile floor, crushing her and pinning her down in the process, and… I have never been more pissed in my entire goddamned life.”

“Whenever the person I hired tackled Charlotte for essentially standing up while angry, I felt responsible for that. She was hurt. It wasn’t as serious as it could’ve been, but he’s got size on her and the situation - you see a tiny woman, in a bathrobe, in a steam room approaching another woman, you can easily step in front of her and maybe ask her to step back. Tackling her was so unnecessary and infuriating.”

“I was in so much pain. I hit my tailbone on that tile, and my elbow. I bumped my head when I reflexively tried to get away and he slammed me back down telling me to hold still. If they show that footage, you’ll probably see my entire puss. He had me straddled, restrained and bruised me up pretty bad, including how hard he pinned me down. I looked like somebody beat the hell out of me and I felt like it. Because I dared to walk in a white girl’s direction while Black and pissed.” *Sighs hard and shakes her head.

Charlotte was hurt enough that she just wanted medical attention and didn’t care how that happened. Henry and Jasper took her to the ER and once she was treated, Henry insisted that she stay at the brownstone to recover. It had more room, and was more luxurious and she accepted. She was going to be resting and taking meds. Jasper collected her stuff from home to bring over. “You wanna stay? I have much more room than I need, or even two people,” Henry said.

“No. I’ll let you two try to work some things out while she heals. Maybe it can be a double healing. If she asks me to come to stay, then I’ll take you up on the offer. I think she’s just trying to process the attack by herself and I’m glad that you’re providing a safe space for her to do that.”

Henry nodded. “I can’t believe that happened.”

“I can’t believe that we didn’t kill him,” Jasper said. “But, then I’d be in prison and she’d still be injured.”

“Yeah, I might pay him a visit in the suit later. Asshole.”

Jasper nodded. “Well… I’ll have my phone right by me and on the loudest setting if she needs me. Take care of my bae.”

“I’ll take care of her like she’s mine.”

“Not… That much,” Jasper said and partially smiled.

“We didn’t really finish the conversation…”

“We did. Sorry it didn’t happen how you hoped, but… I think she at least feels a little more trusting now. She’s staying here, isn’t she? Just… work with what you’ve got. I’d love for the two of you to patch things up. I miss the three of us.” Jasper and Henry hugged and Jasper left.

Henry peeked in on Charlotte. She was passed out, asleep and medicated. Jasper had set her things in certain places that Henry was sure were how she must’ve liked them. Jasper was really good at stuff like that. “Sweet dreams, Char,” he softly told her.

“Night,” she said, mostly in her sleep.

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